Running among the trees
Reaching for the top
We're unstoppable and so at ease
Driven by the bond.

Sleeping on leaves
And having no fear
In a fortress of our own
Made of passion, made of stone.
Home.

This is where I belong
I wouldn't trade you for none
My hand will never remove from you
In a land of spikes I'll always be protective of you.
You're a shiny piece of gold without a rate
The only medicine that ever gives me faith.

Yes it blows me out like an endless-weight artillery
This is me, waking up to misery.